Just A Bunch Of Words

Words Are Everywhere

Words are everywhere.

No matter where I go.

Whether I'm alone,

or with family,

or with friends,

they haunt me.

Always pounding in my head,

or rolling of my tongue,

or even when they're trying to cram all of themselves in my ears.

Words are very strange,

they never leave.

Always having SOMETHING to say,

Nice or mean.

They cling to you.

As if holding on for dear life,

but suddenly drop off,

when you least expect them to.

Words are very strange,

always saying something,

then meaning something else.

Words are just like that.

And sometimes,

I wish,

words would just pack up and leave,

so I can understand,

what you really mean